No, shameless!
Everyone below was stunned!
What kind of robbery is this!
Hey, the one standing up there, are you really the senior sister of Yashan
Countless monks were dumbfounded.
Several disciples under Fudaoshanren's seat had been waiting for Jianchou to shine, but they didn't expect that when she bent down, she actually picked up someone else's sword and used it!
Why…
At this moment, do you feel that your senior sister is pitiful
Chen Jiu picked up the sword in his arms and touched his chin: "It seems that Senior Sister is really missing a sword..."
"yes."
Jiang He agreed.
Chen Weishan still looked strong and dull. After touching the back of his head, he actually said, "But the Mohen Sword... is just average, right?"
"… "
Some monks standing around these Yashan monks pricked up their ears and actually heard this sentence.
It’s amazing!
The Ink Mark Sword!
That is a very famous sword!
The magic tools of the monks in the Nineteen Continents are generally divided into three types: magic tools, spiritual tools, and mysterious tools, each of which is divided into three grades: high, medium, and low. A grade of magic tool corresponds to a grade of monk.
Although Xie Ding is only at the Jindan stage now, the sword in his hand is not a top-grade magic weapon commensurate with his level of cultivation, but a mid-grade magic weapon that is two levels higher.
No one knew whether it was a gift from Kunwu, but they knew that this magic weapon was quite famous among magic weapons of this category.
Even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage would not feel ashamed if he owned this unique sword.
Now let’s listen to what these guys from Yashan are saying
Just so-so
Really…
I'm so angry that I'm about to faint!
When people are compared with each other, they will die; when goods are compared with each other, they will be thrown away; when magic weapons are compared with magic weapons, they want to kill people.
Completely unaware that his words had offended the monks around him, Chen Weishan felt a chill on his back. He looked around in surprise, only to see that everyone was staring intently at the terrace, which made him feel a little strange.
"Why was it a bit cold just now..."
"Sixth Brother, this is the first time I find that what you say makes sense." Touching his chin, Chen Jiu muttered, and then returned his gaze to the Tiantai Platform, looking at the Mohen Sword for a long time, "It is fancy, but the attack power is a bit lacking, it is indeed average."
"… "
The one who had remained silent was Kou Qianzhi, who had his sword clasped across his chest with both hands.
He ignored the nonsense of his fellow disciples and just stared at the sword filled with ink. He said, "This sword is also somewhat extraordinary, but Xie Ding has not recognized it as his master. This is very strange."
"Master Sister didn't let this sword recognize its master either."
Jiang He looked up and added.
Jianchou did not let the sword recognize its master.
A sword without an owner, if it has average spirituality, or if it has a spirit but does not resist outsiders, can be controlled by anyone at will.
For someone who has never had a sword, how can he not pick it up when he sees it rolling to his feet
A stream of ink spread out from the hilt of the sword, climbed onto the back of Jianchou's fair hand, then flew up along her fingers, gradually merging with the entire sword body again.
Such a unique sword is truly the first sword I have ever seen.
He shook out the Mo Hen sword and looked at it with satisfaction for a long while, not paying any attention to the uproar from the audience.
She looked up at Xie Ding opposite her, her smile still lingering.
Xie Ding's face had turned half dark: "What do you mean, Senior Sister Jianchou?"
I don't mean anything else, I just feel itchy and don't want to give it back to you at all.
Jianchou said this in his heart, but his actual action was to pour all his spiritual power into the sword without hesitation, making a horizontal sword gesture.
Buzz.
The sword body vibrated, one, two, three...
On the snow-white sword body, there were actually six or seven inky black dots, which were actually the Dao seals formed when a magic weapon was refined by the refiner!
At that moment, there was a hint of surprise in Jianchou's eyes.
Standing opposite Jianchou, Xie Ding, who was on high alert, suddenly sneered!
If this sword is so useful, how could he not be able to use it for himself? He had tried to use the Dao seal countless times, but it didn't work at all. Maybe it was just a joke left by the weapon master on the sword.
He wiped his hand across his face, and the previous bloodstains disappeared in an instant. Xie Ding had already realized that the female cultivator in front of him definitely had a cultivation level far beyond the 100th one. He had already paid the price for his contempt.
As for now…
It’s time to make amends for your mistakes and save face!
With his sleeves lifted high, the lapels fluttered in the wind, and Xie Ding's aura suddenly changed. At the moment when a smile still remained on Jianchou's face, he did not hesitate to use all his strength to slap Jianchou with his palm!
The 17-foot-long bowl also began to spin wildly at this moment.
There are Dao Seals one after another, and it is impossible to tell which one is which. They are so densely arranged together!
When Jianchou saw it, he was completely stunned.
Fudaoshanren once said that it is better to be careful when practicing Dao Seals. After all, the fighting plate is so small, and the number of Dao Seals that can be accommodated is actually limited. Even if the fighting plate has room for expansion, it is naturally much more difficult to temper ten Dao Seals than one.
In the practice of Dao Yin, quality is more important than quantity. Why is this Xie Ding the complete opposite
Jianchou's doubts are also everyone's doubts.
The densely packed Dao seals on Xie Ding's fighting plate, even if only for a moment, were enough for everyone to get a glimpse of.
but…
Now is obviously not the time to wonder about this.
Xie Ding’s palm strike came with great force.
Completely different from the elegant feeling Xie Ding gave people at the beginning, the palm he slapped out after he lost his sword actually gave people a burning feeling.
If this palm was just like warm water at the beginning, when it was only six feet away from Jianchou, the palm wind it stirred up was already like a burning wind, and the palm of his hand seemed to be pushing a bay of hot and boiling magma!
A red color like pure gold suddenly bloomed from Xie Ding's palm!
A hint of surprise suddenly appeared in Jianchou's eyes again.
There must be some reasons why it ranks third!
This palm seemed to be holding up lava, a golden crow, or a red sun, and it was about to plunge directly into the river and dry up the entire earth!
The color of the fire and the color of the palm were also reflected in Xie Ding's eyes, which were extremely brilliant.
The humiliation of being slapped to the ground by a mirror just now seemed to have never occurred to him. With such a spirited slap, who could he lose to? !
A palm suddenly appeared in front of my eyes!
Under this fiery palm, Jianchou's slender body seemed to melt in the blink of an eye.
Everyone thought that facing such a sharp and angry palm strike, Jianchou should at least temporarily avoid the sharp edge, but unexpectedly, she actually -
One palm!
One palm against another!
Xie Ding’s palm is fire, and Jianchou’s palm is also fire!
The mirror inside and outside disappeared from her left palm in a flash.
Jianchou opened her fingers, and the acupoints all over her body opened instantly. Countless winds were attracted to her and flowed through her meridians as fast as lightning. Immediately, one after another, fiery red wind blades shot out from Jianchou's palms, and were then gathered in her palms by her palm power!
One palm from each person, not giving even a single step!
Jianchou didn't even move an inch, he just raised his hand and confronted Xie Ding head-on!
At that moment, Xie Ding felt that the woman in front of him was seeking death!
boom!
The two palms collided instantly!
The wind blade in Jianchou's hand suddenly popped out and cut through Xie Ding's five fingers!
The surging palm power in Xie Ding's hand also surged out the moment it touched Jianchou's palm!
The moment he felt the excruciating pain in his palm, Xie Ding opened his eyes wide in horror. At the same time, he saw Jianchou's clothes dancing wildly with the surging palm, as if being engulfed by fire!
With the place where the two men's palms intersected as the center, a wave of flames suddenly arose and shot out in all directions!
Many monks who were suspended in the air happened to be at the same height. They were almost instantly shocked by the sudden wave of fire and fell from the sky like dumplings!
Countless people looked horrified!
Two powerful palms!
"puff."
A small mouthful of blood came out.
Jianchou stood there motionless, but there were a few traces of blood on his collar, and his hand, which was raised in the air, was covered with red and swollen scars from the burns.
On the other hand, Xie Ding took three steps back uncontrollably!
“Bang!”
Finally, he stopped with force, and the sole of one of his shoes sank deeply into the rock connecting to the rooftop, which stopped his retreat.
Tick. Tick.
Blood dripped from his fingertips, and in the short moment that he stopped, a small pool of blood formed on the side of his body.
He looked at Jianchou, and Jianchou also looked at him.
Everyone below was stunned.
Zhou Chengjiang was also stunned—
No one knows Jianchou's wind blade better than him.
That day, on the river, she was clearly using the Ice Wind Blade, and now the Fire Wind Blade has also appeared!
Not trying hard enough!
The battle on the river was far from demonstrating the full strength of the female cultivator in front of him!
Zhou Chengjiang understood everything in an instant.
Just thinking about this...
But I couldn't help but be shocked.
Trump card, how many trump cards does Jianchou have
Nobody knows.
Perhaps, during this brief meeting, I can get a glimpse of what’s going on
Zhou Chengjiang's eyes became more complicated.
To be fair, he doesn't want Jianchou to lose this battle!
For ordinary people, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses. All they see is a fight, a battle.
The sharpness of the palm strike was too short and too fast.
However…
But it was enough for them to see the nature of the warring parties!
Xie Ding knows how to adapt and won't stubbornly resist, but it can be seen that Chou is different.
Even though she was injured and vomiting blood, she stood still and refused to take a single step back!
What kind of temper and personality does he have
In other words, arrogance means being arrogant!
But it must be said that this pride hidden in the bones really makes many monks feel a strange awe.
Who doesn’t yearn to be a hero
That is a dream in everyone's heart, a dream that will never fade away.
Even if a mighty army attacks us, we should still charge forward fearlessly!
So, what does one palm count for
Jianchou also has a dream of being a hero in his heart.
As she slapped Xie Ding, the light of deduction in her eyes never went out and kept flickering.
The human body's meridian acupuncture point map appeared in her mind almost instantly. At the same time, the Dao seal that appeared on the Mohen Sword also appeared!
The first stream of spiritual power slowly flowed from her brow to every part of her body.
Xie Ding, who was standing not far away from her, realized Jianchou's intention almost at that moment.
Does she want to learn and use it right away, and directly use the Dao Seal on her Mohen Sword
"ha!"
At this moment, Xie Ding couldn't help but burst into laughter, full of contempt.
"Do you think the innate Dao seal on this sword is so easy to cultivate?"
joke!
After going through so much trouble to obtain this sword, he spent a full six months figuring out this Taoist seal!
But-
Nothing found!
No matter how you calculate, there is not a single meridian in his body that can accommodate the formation of this Dao Seal.
This is simply an impossible seal to achieve!
Who does this Senior Sister from Yashan think she is, wasting time on things like this
genius
Weird genius
It's all impossible!
Xie Ding laughed loudly towards the sky, with a ruthless look in his eyes: I can't hold back any longer, or I might lose.
If the first scene of their fight showed her meticulous calculations, then the second palm strike was a manifestation of absolute strength and character!
For Xie Ding, this is definitely a strong and tough opponent!
This was only the first day of the selection, and it had only just begun. If Xie Ding did not quickly deal with Jianchou, then a tough battle would undoubtedly await him. After being exhausted from the battle with Jianchou, even if he won, it would probably be a miserable victory.
At that time, many people wanted to take advantage of him and give him a heavy blow when he was weak.
It is very likely that he did not lose to the senior sister of Yashan, but was eventually defeated by an unknown minion.
So, we can’t delay any longer!
The sense of threat that Jianchou gave him was far beyond what a cultivator ranked 100th could cause.
Xie Ding cursed Zhi Linsou in his heart.
Having made up his mind, he acted decisively. He shook his sleeves, and a bronze wine jar floated out from his sleeves!
The palm-sized wine jar is covered with green rust, looking old and mottled. Bamboo-joint patterns are cast on the outside of the jar, creating a sense of beauty that combines solemnity and simplicity.
As soon as the wine jar came out, the entire rooftop terrace became solemn!
Jianchou was still standing there quietly, with a calm light in her eyes. Only from the center of her eyebrows, a little bit of stardust-like light spread out and merged into the Mo Yun long sword she was holding.
As if he was immersed in the ink painting, Jianchou narrowed his eyes slightly, and even his brows became softened.
Very naturally, she turned her wrist and actually formed a sword flower.
The Mohen Sword drew a winding ink mark in the air, like a drop of ink falling into clear spring water, full of charm.
snort.
Xie Ding couldn't help but sneered, playing tricks!
The Dao Seal of the Mo Hen Sword was originally a useless thing and there was nothing special that could be researched out of it.
He had spent two years researching something and still hadn't figured it out. Even if Senior Sister Yashan was a genius, it was impossible for her to make any breakthrough in such a short time.
Raising his hand, Xie Ding grasped the bronze wine jar without hesitation!
boom!
There seemed to be a sudden sound of a loud bell in the air!
In everyone's sight, Xie Ding seemed to be wearing a tall crown, transforming into an unrestrained and unruly scholar among the mountains and forests.
Countless spiritual energies flowed through his body, forming a majestic river and pouring into the bottomless wine jar!
"A cup of bamboo, please drink it up, my friend."
The loud voice was extremely clear in this world.
Xie Ding seemed to have transformed into a noble man. In just that instant, when he was about to lose his grip on the wine jar, he turned his wrist, and the bronze wine jar filled with spiritual energy suddenly tilted downwards!
Crash!
Everyone seemed to hear the sound of countless fine liquors pouring out from the wine jars!
However…
What caught everyone's eyes was a pool of blue!
That was not a stream of nectar being poured out, but a majestic sea of bamboo!
The entire rooftop terrace suddenly turned green!
The green bamboos and leaves swayed in the wind. With a turn of Xie Ding's wrist, the wine jar fell over and actually fell directly onto the sky-reaching platform!
Countless people stared with their eyes wide open and their mouths opened wide—
What kind of magic is this